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Mary Stuart
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2017
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MARY
Alas!
What power have you?
MORTIMER
Deceive yourself no more;
Think not your case is now as formerly;
The moment that the queen thus quitted you,
And that your interview had ta'en this turn,
All hope was lost, each way of mercy shut.
Now deeds must speak, now boldness must decide,
To compass all must all be hazarded;
You must be free before the morning break.
MARY
What say you, sir – to-night? – impossible!
MORTIMER
Hear what has been resolved: – I led my friends
Into a private chapel, where a priest
Heard our confession, and, for every sin
We had committed, gave us absolution;
He gave us absolution too, beforehand,
For every crime we might commit in future;
He gave us too the final sacrament,
And we are ready for the final journey.
MARY
Oh, what an awful, dreadful preparation!
MORTIMER
We scale, this very night, the castle's walls;
The keys are in my power; the guards we murder!
Then from thy chamber bear thee forcibly.
Each living soul must die beneath our hands,
That none remain who might disclose the deed.
MARY
And Drury, Paulet, my two keepers, they
Would sooner spill their dearest drop of blood.
MORTIMER
They fall the very first beneath my steel.
MARY
What, sir! Your uncle? How! Your second father!
MORTIMER
Must perish by my hand – I murder him!
MARY
Oh, bloody outrage!
MORTIMER
We have been absolved
Beforehand; I may perpetrate the worst;
I can, I will do so!
MARY
Oh, dreadful, dreadful!
MORTIMER
And should I be obliged to kill the queen,
I've sworn upon the host, it must be done!
MARY
No, Mortimer; ere so much blood for me —
MORTIMER
What is the life of all compared to thee,
And to my love? The bond which holds the world
Together may be loosed, a second deluge
Come rolling on, and swallow all creation!
Henceforth I value nothing; ere I quit
My hold on thee, may earth and time be ended!
MARY (retiring)
Heavens! Sir, what language, and what looks! They scare,
They frighten me!
MORTIMER (with unsteady looks, expressive of great madness)
Life's but a moment – death
Alas!
What power have you?
MORTIMER
Deceive yourself no more;
Think not your case is now as formerly;
The moment that the queen thus quitted you,
And that your interview had ta'en this turn,
All hope was lost, each way of mercy shut.
Now deeds must speak, now boldness must decide,
To compass all must all be hazarded;
You must be free before the morning break.
MARY
What say you, sir – to-night? – impossible!
MORTIMER
Hear what has been resolved: – I led my friends
Into a private chapel, where a priest
Heard our confession, and, for every sin
We had committed, gave us absolution;
He gave us absolution too, beforehand,
For every crime we might commit in future;
He gave us too the final sacrament,
And we are ready for the final journey.
MARY
Oh, what an awful, dreadful preparation!
MORTIMER
We scale, this very night, the castle's walls;
The keys are in my power; the guards we murder!
Then from thy chamber bear thee forcibly.
Each living soul must die beneath our hands,
That none remain who might disclose the deed.
MARY
And Drury, Paulet, my two keepers, they
Would sooner spill their dearest drop of blood.
MORTIMER
They fall the very first beneath my steel.
MARY
What, sir! Your uncle? How! Your second father!
MORTIMER
Must perish by my hand – I murder him!
MARY
Oh, bloody outrage!
MORTIMER
We have been absolved
Beforehand; I may perpetrate the worst;
I can, I will do so!
MARY
Oh, dreadful, dreadful!
MORTIMER
And should I be obliged to kill the queen,
I've sworn upon the host, it must be done!
MARY
No, Mortimer; ere so much blood for me —
MORTIMER
What is the life of all compared to thee,
And to my love? The bond which holds the world
Together may be loosed, a second deluge
Come rolling on, and swallow all creation!
Henceforth I value nothing; ere I quit
My hold on thee, may earth and time be ended!
MARY (retiring)
Heavens! Sir, what language, and what looks! They scare,
They frighten me!
MORTIMER (with unsteady looks, expressive of great madness)
Life's but a moment – death
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